Disclaimer: I do not own the book series known as Harry Potter it is owned by J.K Rowling and I am only playing around in her sandbox.

Basically this idea is a very old one and I had posted it long time ago on the Caer Azkaban Yahoo Group but I never got around to really get into this story. So this story is one of my numerous failed projects. It is still a tiny thing and I hope at least some people will enjoy this piece.

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Harry Potter and the Lost Isle of Avalon
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Levis Castle
Isle of Avalon

Smoke and cries of wounded men filled the skies over the magical island known as Avalon to many magical people. This island once a beautiful and sunny island was now marred by the fires of war. Laying not far from his castle was a dieing older man who had tears sliding down his dirt and blood stained face as he looked at the dead figure of a man laying not from him. A dagger was shoved into the first man's stomach, and it looked like he was not going to last much longer. As he laid there figures started to appear out the smoke and resolved into men wearing armor. Some had swords in hands, while other had them sheathed and carried a shield in hand. All of them had various signs of a fight, one man was bleeding from a cut on his arm. Another had his helm knocked off, and a few cuts graced the man's forehead. This man saw the injured form of the first man and gasped before hurrying to the other's side.

"My Liege!" the man cried out in horror seeing the dagger. The others hurried to the man's side as well, looking down sadly at their king and leader. Wondering what will become of them once the king dies, for he had no heirs and they no one lead them after this.

"Hadrian my friend and the First Lord of my armies, seeing your face means that we have won this horrible battle," the older man spoke for the first time addressing the younger man at his side, who took the man's hand in his own and squeezed it showing his support.

"Aye my king, we have won, but at a terrible price for many your knights have fallen this day, even those knights swayed by Mordred with his evil magics have fallen as well sire," the man known as Hadrian reported with tear filled voice as he stared down at his king. However before the king could speak a whirlwind of light appeared and the remaining knights of the isle turned put themselves between the king and the whirlwind. From it came a much older man wearing all white and carried a long white and silver staff in his hands. The bearded face of the newcomer stared at the island in sadness before turning his attention to the group of knights surrounding their injured king.

"Arthur my friend, you have done it, you brought Mordred down and broke his control over the magical world," the older man said once he reached the side of the king. The knights stepping aside to let him pass through towards the king.

"Lord Merlin can you do anything to save him?" Hadrian asked him with a hopeful look on his face, however it was dispelled by the wizard's solemn shake of his head.

"No I can not young Hadrian, for this dagger was not only poisoned but cursed as well. Though fear not I have a plan," the wizened old wizard responded sadly, but brightened as he raised his staff over the slowly dying king. Hadrian seeing this stood up and took a step back hoping that the mage could do something. After a while the wizard said a few words under his breath, and when he finished the spell. The king body broke into several pinpoints of light before fading from view. Sighing Merlin leaned on his staff as he looked down at the blood stains left over from the spell, before looking at the knights standing around the area.

"What I just did brave knights was turn the King's body into some sort of magical spirit which mission is to go and find a suitable Magical Heir of the King. When it does it find a suitable match it shall combine with this match and become that heir. Though the only problem with spell is that it has to find a baby still in its mother womb. For that is the only way both Arthur's spirit and the new heir can survive the merging. Since he has part of Arthur in him, he shall not only be the magical heir of Arthur but his blood heir as well. So once this heir becomes sixteen of age he shall become your new king. Do you understand this Lord Hadrian?" the old mage said eying the various knights along with the just arriving simple people who inhabitant the island. They all had been spirited away to the castle for their protection when the battle began. Hence majority of the island populace were unharmed, only those that choose to fight with Arthur and his Knights were harmed or killed.

"Aye Milord, this means we shall have a new king within sixteen years. I shall rule Avalon in my king's stead till such time this heir is ready to receive the throne," Hadrian responded with a grave tone for that is what he done during Arthur's time as the High King of Britain. However Merlin only shook his head at the First Lord. Though he hated doing it for he pledged his life and soul to King Arthur when he took throne of Avalon. Later, he would love and cherish the King

"No Lord Hadrian. It shall not take sixteen years for you forget it has take time for the spirit to fund a suitable heir one that proves as noble and powerful as Arthur. It may take many years before the spirit ever finds a suitable heir. Since I can not leave Avalon without a King for that long I shall place a Time Freezing Spell on the island which shall freeze time till the birth of the new heir. When that happens you must send one of your magical children to Hogwarts when he or she becomes of age to help find the young heir for we may not know who it is till his sixteenth birthday when he shall have a tattoo of the Red Dragon on his chest. However you must find the heir before this for once happens everyone who sees that Dragon will now that he is really the heir of Arthur and future King of Avalon," Merlin replied with sadness looking over at the gathered people. Many look sadly at the ground or closed their eyes knowing that all the people they knew outside of Avalon will forever be gone to them but they were loyal to Arthur and as such knew that had to stand by this new heir.

"Very well milord it shall be done, may I ask how long before your spell shall start?" Lord Hadrian asked with a nod of his blood stained blond head towards the Mage. Merlin looked around at the weary people before nodding himself.

"It shall start six days from now to allow you all to recover for thisbrutal battle, though once I cast it will allow all those who do not want to stay in the time freeze to leave. I shall leave then with those who want to leave for I have no purpose left and my body not to mention my magic shall not last through the time freeze. Any further questions?" the great mage asked looking around at the war weary people before nodding when no one had any to say.

"Very well then it is time for us to get to work and make Avalon whole once more," the mage said with a small sorrowful smile and a wave his staff banishing the smoke and mist away from the battle site. Allowing sunlight to drench the island once more. The people of Avalon cheered before they too started to get to work while the Knights of Avalon went to take care of their dead with grim faces. Merlin only looked out to sea wondering what this heir shall bring. As if summoned by his thought a vision appeared before him and a large smile widened under his beard. For things looked very bright indeed and it made him wish that he could witness it. Alas it should not be for he knew his death was upon him and he had no choice. Sighing the mage turned to join the others in restoring Avalon to her once beautiful state. For it had a very bright future ahead of it.

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Six days later found Merlin standing in a boat looking at the island of Avalon that had been his home for many years. Sighing the old mage brace himself and started to chant in an ancient tongue starting the time freezing spell. After a few seconds it was finished and Avalon slowly started to fade much to the shock and sadness of the people in Merlin's boat along with the two other boats, as the spell did its job. For the spell did not just freeze time but it took it out of the timestream literally hiding it from time itself. Tiredly Merlin turned away and sat down on the bench of the boat and nodded at the men at the oars. Before long the boat started to head for the larger island that is Britannia leaving their old home behind them. However, Merlin knew that the future of Avalon was secured thanks to his efforts. Merlin knew that even though Avalon was gone, he still had a few things to do before he went onto his next great adventure.

Surrey, England
July 30, 1995
11:56 PM England Time

Nearly a millennium after Avalon disappeared a certain black haired, green eyed teenager sat on his small rickety bed with his arms hugging his legs to himself. The poor boy could not sleep and as such was only waiting for his birthday to roll around. Only four minutes to go before it was officially his birthday making him sixteen years of age. Even though the young teen was eager for his birthday, he felt a deep sadness in his heart. One that was sure would never go away, for someone who is barely loved at all he had lost one of the few that loved him. Sighing the teen got off the bed and walked over to the window and opened it knowing what was coming in a few minutes. Turning the boy looked at his small analog clock that sat on his desk. To see that he only had another two minutes before midnight was struck. Nodding the boy went back to his bed and into the previous position he was in. He silently waited as the clock ticked down to midnight. Before long the clock hit twelve o'clock and with a rush of feathers several owls swooped into the room from the opened window he had opened previously in preparation for this happening. Since this had happened during the last few years the same way, the boy silently smiled a small sad smile and got up to relieve the various owls of their burdens. However, it was not to be as a sudden pain in chest made him drop to his floor screaming as pain spread throughout his
chest. The various owls were startled yet stayed in the room for they were post owls and knew they had to deliver their burdens. So they settled in for a long night as the teen started to convulse slightly and started to tear off his shirt show a large red dragon tattoo appearing there, before finally passing out from the pain. In a castle on a smaller island not far from Britain an older man woke with a start and looked to the Northeast.

"The Heir he has been found," he said with a grim frown on his face. For it happens that the young teen known as Harry Potter was about to become a part of something wonderful. For the Heir of Arthur Pendragon had been finally revealed.

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